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Real Boston Richey – Battery Pack Lyrics

Read the lyrics to “Battery Pack” by Real Boston Richey.

Real Boston Richey Battery Pack cover art
Genre Hip hop

Battery Pack Lyrics


Treat me a bitch, yeah, like cat in a hat
Jump out the whip, with the scrap in the bag
Charged up like I got a battery pack
Pay what you like, put a pole on your ass
Play with that license, some shots and some more
Switch out the tag, cause I bought all them trolls
Switch out the tag, cause I bought all them toes
Fuckin’ on your friend, I’m like, how did you know?
If rap don’t work, put the trap in the choke But this shit gon’ work,

I already know Clean a nigga up, used to serve him some soap
Mama was mad, I was servin’ the dough
Mama tried to tell me, keep prayin’, keep hope
Tried to tell me, gotta go to sleep, he woke
Who gon’ pay the bill when they sayin’ we old?
I gotta hit the block, gotta sell hoes
I don’t wanna go back to servin’
I don’t wanna go back to public housin’
Runnin’ my hands, cause this shit is ours
Fuckin’ this bitch, nigga, that’s ours
Fuckin’ my bitch, that little bitch is ours [?] im drowning..

Fuck up for ten minutes, can’t do a hour
Fuck both my bitches and don’t take a shower
It’s that time of month, so we fuck on the tower
First you get minor, and then get the power
Fuck a nigga, her lil’ body start sproutin’
You got them hoes, it’s like 50 and countin’
I hit my P when I’m top of the mountain
Way too big, made the hoes rerouted
The most I’ma pay for some pussies, a thousand
You lost your hoe, you know I found her
She keep talkin’ back, you know I’m a grounder
I’m trappin’ that fish, ain’t talkin’ flounder
Whoop a nigga ass like [?]
Lose that nigga, baby girl, he a loser

Treat me a bitch just like cat in a hat
Jump out the whip with the scrap in the bag
Charge up like I got a battery pack
Pay what you like, put that pole on your ass
Play with that license, some shots and some mo’
Switch out the tag, cause I bought out on trove
Switch out the tag, cause I bought out on tow
Fuckin’ on your friend, I’m like, how did you know?
rap don’t work, put the trap in the choke But this shit gon’ work, I already know

Clean a nigga up, used to serve him some soap
Mama tried to tell me, keep prayin’, keep hope
Tried to tell me, gotta go to sleep, he woke
Who gon’ pay the bill when they sayin’ we old?
I gotta hit the block, gotta sell O’s